I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward;


Are you perspiring from the irony
Or sweating to these lyrics


I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower


Her bone structure screams

"Touch her! Touch her!"

You're making something out of nothing
And jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed